Monday, September 25, 2006

Apples and Wine

If my younger sister sends me insights into socks and coathangers, my older sister sends me a constant stream of emails like the following. I wonder if she's trying to tell me something:

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"Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.

Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.

The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right person to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the sh!t out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. "

4 Comments:

At 10:08 AM, Blogger Sarah O. said...

wys, I guess this is why I couldn't find a half-decent guy until my 30's.

About the men: Um, your sister's point, for better or worse, is pretty accurate.

 
At 10:10 AM, Blogger Sarah O. said...

Oh, man am I messing up when I comment to you!

I wanted to add that you must have been stomped a lot. :-)

 
At 12:39 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Or he's going to be.

 
At 8:50 AM, Blogger wysiwyg said...

No, Scat was right, I've BEEN stomped. Repeatedly. I've learnt to enjoy it in a masochistic sort of way. Its part of the territory associated with growing up amongst four sisters with me as the only boy.

 

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